Bookworms Bookclub Novels & Stories

I quickly head out to the next shelf. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel exhausted. Drake plops into one of the armchairs before the fireplace, yawning. “I covered thirty shelves, and there’s no book on celestial wolves. This is not a library. It's a book town!” He rests his chin on his arm. “It's so huge that I might find aliens hiding somewhere.” “Stop with the excuses. You are just incapable, that’s all,” Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding.

She kissed me and I pushed my fingers inside, pumping slowly, "Baby girl, that's why I love you. I can finger you like this...or do you have lube...lotion...or anything in your desk, downstairs?" She grinned, "I do...I do!" She dropped to her knees to pull a tube out of her pants, "I have some lube right here...how convenient is that?" "What a fluke of luck," I grinned, "it's almost suspicious." She giggled, "I guess it's obvious...I planned to take advantage of you. But we have some great sex in our After-hours Book Club." "What...After-hours Book Club?" She grinned, "That's what the other librarians call it...it's like a mile-high club, but in the library. It may surprise you, but there's

Xavier might have been skeptical before, but let’s see how he plans to wriggle out of this one. "Yes, Xavier, doesn’t that sound delightful?" I flash him a grin, leaning back just enough to look completely at ease. "Why don’t you pick our first book? Something we can all study over the next few weeks." His face twists in barely concealed irritation. He grumbles something under his breath. I raise a brow. "What was that, Brother?" He exhales sharply. "I said it sounds like torture." He shakes his head. "You three enjoy yourselves." "You can’t have a book club with just three people," I argue, though I have no idea if that’s actually true. "You need at least four to make it… interesting. Other

I said with a smile. Her eyes lit up with recognition. "Oh! You're the Gonzalezes! In the Miller beach house! We're so glad someone is finally living there year-round." She leaned in conspiratorially. "We have a weekly book club. Tuesdays at ten. We're starting a new mystery next week. Nothing too taxing. We'd love to have you." A book club. The invitation was so ordinary, so wonderfully mundane. For a moment, the old Gwen surfaced—the one who scheduled meetings with senators and orchestrated multi-million-dollar legal strategies. But she was quickly quieted by the woman I was now.

"You stop reading because it feels like work instead of escape." "Exactly," I said, relieved that he got it without me having to explain. "I keep rereading the same pages and realizing I don't remember anything I just read." He smiled. "That's why book club helps. Other people keep you accountable. I’m part of a book club actually that started out in January. It’s just a dozen people, and we read different genres every week. But it’s so nice, and it helps to keep me accountable because without it, I won’t even read anything."

Her hair was bright pink, her nails painted black, and she wore a T‑shirt that said “Books Before Boys.” “You’re new,” she said, handing me my drink. “Is it that obvious?” “You have that look. The ‘I just moved here and I don’t know anyone’ look.” She leaned on the counter. “I had it too, two years ago. It fades.” I laughed. “How long did it take?” “About a week. Then I found the book club.” “Book club?” She grabbed a flyer from under the counter and handed it to me. “Tuesday nights. The Spined Fox bookstore. We read everything from literary fiction to trashy romance. No judgment.”

Yet here I was, in this room full of people who had chosen me, not because they had to, but because they wanted to. I smiled, a real one this time, and sat at the center of the circle. April clapped her hands together, bubbling in excitement. “Okay, enough of the emotional display. Let’s get to work. Book Club is officially back in session!” Laughter filled the room. We started tossing around ideas for the next reading list, but the discussion quickly turned into a chaotic mess of inside jokes and playful teasing. Maya insisted we include something “dark and brooding,” while Sammy argued for something “funny, because God knows we all need to laugh more.” April rolled her eyes and wrote both

I got home and changed to a velvet dress with some high heels boots, my hair was curled quickly and was messy but fashionably messy. I got back into my car with the book now in a gift bag and left toward the restaurant we’re all meeting there, it’s supposed to be a surprise, he thinks we’re only going to casual dinner, me and him. But our friends in the community are coming too, we were all into dom and littles lifestyle, but our friends had a little partners of their own while we were liteless. I knew I was a mommy long time ago, it’s how we met, in a club meetup for care givers and littles, me and Robert hit up right away, but we didn’t find any littles that matches our preference.

The same particular quality of room that held things that mattered that had been designed for ideas and had accumulated, over the months since the address, the particular reputation of a space where true things were said. It was full. Not only with people I knew with strangers. People who had found the Fund, who had followed the story in the press coverage, who had simply seen the book listed and been moved by the description to come. The particular mix that book events had when the book was about something real not the curated literary audience, but the broader, messier, more specific audience of people who needed to hear something and had come because the title of a book had told them it w

I can’t. MidnightReader: Okay but can we talk about the ice??? Because I’m definitely trying that SpicyBooks4Life: “Pleasure that feels like death” - I FELT THAT I scrolled through the comments, giggling despite myself. These people had no idea they were reading my actual life. Then I saw a new comment thread forming. NightOwl_Reader: Okay guys, we need to talk. This community is getting HUGE. We need a name. RomanceAddict47: Yes! Like a secret club for readers who are obsessed with this story